Jouy-en-Josas

Funnily enough, the actual work that I did in the office is what I remember the least. But everything I do remember, I owe to the internship. The traveling, the other interns, our bosses, the students we spoke to everyday. The experience itself was so much bigger than a job, but without the job, none of it would happen

Our identity is always in flux and grows to fit our world, like a gas spreads to fit its container. It was only through increasing the size of my world on this internship that I was able to strongly identify with new parts of who I am.

My first flight ever, I stared out the window as the plane took off, wondering how the wings didn’t snap off. My first flight ever I didn’t sleep a wink as my plane raced towards a sunrise for eight hours through the night. My first flight ever was an international flight from Detroit to the Charles de Gaulle airport.